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Day 671
Thursday 28th June 2018
I was going to talk to everyone about the food situation today but the atmosphere in the house is so down and negative it just didn't feel like the right time. Mind you, maybe that's exactly why I SHOULD have said something. Oh I don't know. Maybe I'll say something tomorrow. I don't know why I'm the one who takes responsibility and worries about these things. Esther used to be a frigging safety zone manager for Christ sake, why doesn't she pull her finger out and do something? I'm surprised she hasn't jumped at the chance already. She loves having the opportunity to flex her muscles and boss people about.
I reckon we've got enough food and water to last for about two weeks and that's if we start rationing. Having Parrissa and Nicola here has given us two extra mouths to feed which to honest, makes me feel a bit annoyed. I've put loads more bowls and buckets on the land outback in case it starts raining. I'm wondering if it's worth going into the woods surrounding the land at the back of the house to see if there's any berries or anything like that to eat. The only person here with half a brain is Esther so I suppose I'll have to talk to her about trying to come up with a plan but every second I spend with that woman just increases my frustration. Mind you; needs must. I'll speak to her tomorrow.
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